I don't know how long it has been since my ear has been free from the roll of a drum. It is the music I sleep by, and I love it....... I shall remain here while anyone remains, and do whatever comes to my hand. I may be compelled to face danger, but never fear it, and while our soldiers can stand and fight, I can stand and feed and nurse them.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Life is not precious, a thing to be cherished. The soul and the mind are the instruments God gives us for our use and half of us d...on't begin to use them. We put Life and Health on two little pedestals and spend most of our time performing acts of devotion before them. Instead of using them as a carpenter his tools, as a helmsman the rudder, to hammer or steer our way to victory, we turn ourselves into Vestal Virgins with nothing on the face of the earth to do but to feed the feeble flames of our comfort. Life is no craven thing, lurking coward-like in a corner. It is big, broad, splendid in opportunity. It is to be used, not cherished. It is to be spent, not saved.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

With its frame of shaking curls all in disarray,earrings swinging,...make-up smudged by beads of sweat,eyes languid at the end of lovemaking,may the face of the slim girlwho's riding on top of youprotect you long.What's the useof Vishnu, Shiva, Skanda,and all those other gods?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

the vagabond beganTo sketch a face that well might buy the soul of any man....Then, as he placed another lock upon the shapely head,With a fearful shriek, he leaped and fell across thepicture--dead.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »